Tin Cup Chalice

I wanna go back to the island where the shrimp boats tie up to the pilin'
Give me oysters and beer for dinner every day of the year
And I'll feel fine I'll feel fine
Cause I wanna be there I wanna go back down and lie beside the sea there
With a tin cup for a chalice fill it up with apple wine
And I'm chewin' on a honeysuckle vine

Oh the sun goes slidin' cross the water and sailboats are searchin' for the breeze
Yeah salt air it ain't thin I can stick right to your skin
And make you feel fine it makes you feel fine
I wanna be there I wanna go back down and get high by the sea there
With a tin cup for a chalice fill it up with apple wine
And I'm chewin' on a honeysuckle vine

And now you heard my strange proposal get that pack gear up and let's move
I wanna be there before the day tries to slip away
And leave us behind I've made up my mind
And I wanna be there I wanna go back down and die beside the sea there
With a tin cup for a chalice fill it up with apple wine
And I'm chewin' on a honeysuckle vine
Yeah w a tin cup for a chalice fill it up with apple wine
And I'm chewin' on a honeysuckle vine